Brand New Guy

[Intro] You know these big mouth niggas don't know how to act. I got my West Coast connection. These dead in the street industry mothafuckas talking 'bout "We can't eat," talking 'bout "we brand new guys," y'all niggas suck a dick! [Verse 1] I'm camo down to my boxers, gold teeth, a bathing ape It's animals in my projects like monkeys, orangutans Banana clip on that chopper, I hold heat, bangers bang (Let Chiquita speak) Bet it keep the peace that Lil B, brrangadang I don't care if you blue or you red flagging, hair swinging, my pants sagging Hoes all on my band wagon, your bitch gagging, she jet lagging All my cuz niggas, what's cracking? All my blood niggas, what's popping? I ain't set tripping, I just happen to know who click clacking, you mismatching Fuck swag and you been jacking, fuck fly, I am fashion Tryna cop that Benz wagon, my bitch drive it and my friends crash it Niggas threat with the chit chatting, see a nigga don't shit happen I'm finna blow on that Bin Laden, so talk money, pig latin (Suck my fuckin' dick, bitch) [Hook] Brand new clip, brand new nine Brand new bitch, brand new ride Brand new weed, brand new high Brand new me meet the brand new guys [Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] 345 be the big toy, now which nigga want it with the fat boy? Clipped up like I'm paranoid, high as hell nigga, Fitzroy Pull it off through the city like "errt" Seen that ho nigga like "errrr," hopped up on a nigga like murk Put that pussy nigga in a purse You wouldn't be the first, cover him with dirt Put him in the ground, he was down to earth Napped up nigga, I been down since birth Backpack full of random work With two bad hoes, I'll teach you how to jerk Teach you how to jerk, swaggin' in my J's Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave My prerogative ways Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade Brand new nigga with the brand new venue Sold that bitch out shoulda made that ho bigger Killing careers make these cupcakes remember My objective is to serve your agenda Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga Equipped with a gat and the dick in your mouth Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house Twisting up weed, I'm digging her out Just filling her out Do all that shit you be talking about While you gone? Shit, Netflix on your couch What this popcorn about? Microwave oven while you out there cuffin' You over there lovin' That bitch be my stuffing, like... like we really be fucking [Hook] [Verse 3: Schoolboy Q] (ASAP Rocky) Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers Brand new socks to the brand new Glock This mothafucka hold 15, slap that ho in, tell the clip get lost Bitch, I'm a boss, pulled up clean, don't you hear the exhaust Got my tie on, gripping on my iron, who I'm 'bout to fire on? (Rap game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I rap for?) (Crack game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I trap for?) (Riding 'round with that mask on, like a Mac attack when that strap on) (Like a Shaq attack on that backboard, clap on, clap off) Blue pit in my back yard (Red nose my bad broad) Titan full of that hydro (Pretty nigga, no catwalk) Big burner in your big mouth (Pussy niggas suck lead off) I pull it up then skirt off, vodka shots, he Smirnoff (40 ounce of that Cristal, Rose, that Rick Ross) Got it jumping like Kriss Kross (Mismatching, no jigsaw) No horseplay when we quick draw (Pussy nigga get a tit job) Hands up, stick your mans up, your time's up, the new brand's up, Q!